Digital Dash

By P-Flow

On Digital Dash

Released on October 7, 2017

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[Intro]

Ay!

Yeah, back up!

This is my [?], bitch

Hydro!

Yeah, yeah

Whoaa

Yeah, let's-let's, let's get it!


[Chorus]

Pack it with dope

Roll up and blow

She fuckin' with flow

And I'm 'bout to go

You already know

We're the bros and we fuckin' the hoes

Only pull up in designer clothes (Yuh)

I do the dash and it's adios (Yuh)

Ain't nobody that can fuck with us (Yo)

Pull out your gluts, flippin' the sluts, I get the buzz of the gas (Gas)

I face the blunt I don't pass (Pass)

You know my name, why you ask? (Wow)

And my pocket full of cash (Yeah)

Monkey gun 'bout to blast (Brr!)


[Verse 1]

And I'm moving too fast

Fuck the brakes, use the gas (Ha! skrr-skrr)

I'm about to crash

I take the shot, its a splash

I take the shot, its splash (Splash)

I got the digital dash

I got the pack with the stash

Pullin' up with a mask

You be gon' pretty fast

The jungle boys never lag

Too much heat on a mag

Bitch I'm about to get the plaque


[Chorus]

Pack it with dope

Roll up and blow

She fuckin' with flow

And I'm 'bout to go

You already know

We're the bros and we fuckin' the hoes

Only pull up in designer clothes (Yuh)

I do the dash and it's adios (Yuh)

Ain't nobody that can fuck with us (Yo)

Pull out your gluts, flippin' the sluts, I get the buzz of the gas (Gas)

I face the blunt I don't pass (Pass)

You know my name, why you ask? (Wow)

And my pocket full of cash (Yeah)

Monkey gun 'bout to blast (Pew, pew-pew)


[Verse 2]

(Yeah)

I pull up and go, shoot your ass with a crossbow

Do that shit just like Rambo

Ain't no grip on a handle

You lookin' good but where're your friends though

I look down where my pants go

I'm a pretty boy with a nasty flow

That's a pretty good combo

Spanish bitch call me Pedro (Haha, yeah)

Latino girl go going ham on the flow

She looking fire with that Gucci bag

And that jacket got that Louis tag

See me cruising at the main drag

So fast got a damn jetlag

Swerving like zig zag

(Yuh)


[Verse 3]

Not playing no games like a hoe

Bitch I'm 'bout to blow (Yuh), 'bout to blow

And you already know (Yah)

I packed the blunt with the dope

I got your ass in this scope (Ha!)

I claimed the booty with a rope

The booty big like the globe

I ride the shit like a slope (Slope)

And you already know, and you already know

I got the sauce, got the steez (Steez)

She be beggin' like please

She want the bag with the cheese (Chee-)

Man, I'm flexin' like Hercules

And my bitch got them double D's

We gon' swimmin' in all seven seas

Might take a trip down to Napoli

All I wanna do is live happily

Roll a blunt on a balcony with the jungle boys family

We get the money so rapidly


[Chorus]

Pack it with dope

Roll up and blow

She fuckin' with flow

And I'm 'bout to go

You already know

We're the bros and we fuckin' the hoes

Only pull up in designer clothes (Yuh)

I do the dash and it's adios (Yuh)

Ain't nobody that can fuck with us (Wow)

Pull out your gluts, flippin' the sluts, I get the buzz of the gas (Gas)

I face the blood I don't pass (Pass)

You know my name, why you ask? (Wow)

And my pocket full of cash (Yeah)

Monkey gun 'bout to blast (Brr)


[Outro]

And I'm moving too fast (Yuh)

Fuck the brakes, use the gas (Ha! skrr-skrr)

I'm about to crash

I take the shot, its a splash

I take the shot, its a splash

Bitch I'm moving too fast

Shit, no one can stop me while your bitch all around me

I know you not about it

So don't talk like you bout' it (Ay)

Don't talk like you bout' it

I take the shot, its a splash

Bitch I'm moving too fast

Shit, no one can stop me while your bitch all around me

I know you not about this

So don't talk like you bout' it (Ay)

Don't talk like you bout' it